My heart is made of spring
My body fits into the season,
like a key into a lock.
Your hand and my hand, they are the only ones we need
(I've already removed the batteries from your clock)
You don't need time to determine
the age of your soul.
You just need your eyes to see
how young we make each other feel.
Trucks are prohibited...but you are always welcome
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